Title: Fifteen Minutes of Fame
Author: Ihave207Bones, SplishySplash
Pairing: Tony/Ziva
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Everything is free game, mentions season 7
Summary: Mentally she cursed as the cold caught to her and she was running out of breath quickly. Her fingers found the buckle and quickly pulled the baby to her body before she kicked as hard as she could towards the surface. Tony and Ziva become overnight celebrities and it's not as easy as Hollywood makes it out to be.
Chapter One: Line of Duty
They stood at the end of Harlow Pier over an angry sea talking to a witness. The old, weather warn man was on the pier with a fishing pole resting on the water was wise beyond what credit Tony gave him credit for and gained a few elbows from his partner allow the man to talk.
"Do you always fish when the weather is like this?" Asked Tony in the middle of their questioning, he reminded Tony of one of those tuna fisherman with the bright yellow raincoat and matching bucket hat, he was missing the pipe.
He was greeted by a toothless smile as the thunder spoke over him. "There is nobody with a pole in the water and the fish are starving." He explained. "It's fishing at its prime, Agent DiNozzo."
Ziva only rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket for a business card. "If you can think of anything else, please give us a call." She said, brushing her windswept hair away from her face and she placed it into his calloused hand as a woman's scream resonated from behind them.
They turned to see a stroller had gotten caught in the wind and was headed towards a gap in the side of the pier. The woman tried to run after it, but she couldn't keep up and they both took off towards it as Ziva pulled off her jacket and threw it on the boardwalk.
Next to end up on the boardwalk was her gun as the small cry was carried in the wind and the carriage went over the side towards the sea. Ziva pushed in front of Tony and dove into the water.
The water was cold and murky the only thing that gave any clue to where the carriage ended up was the stream of bubbles coming up. She pushed farther and her hand brushed against the handle, her hand grabbed it and she reached for the pink clad bundle, but it was caught.
Mentally she cursed as the cold caught to her and she was running out of breath quickly. Her fingers found the buckle and quickly pulled the baby to her body before she kicked as hard as she could towards the surface. The waves had gotten more violent, or at least it felt that way as she held the baby's face above the water.
"ZIVA!" Cried Tony, he was on the lower fisherman's pier. She kicked as hard as she could, fighting the current and struggling to keep the baby's head above the water to get to him as he chanted her name over and over again, but he wasn't alone the yellow fisherman was next to him. It grew frantic when a wave swallowed her and the infant, Tony was about to jump in when her head appeared amongst the waves again.
It took what seemed like eternity for her to kick towards the dock as the waves grew stronger, but as soon as she was in arms length Tony grabbed her and lifted her out of the water onto the deck. He pulled the infant from her and handed it to the fisherman before he quickly turned his attention to his partner, quickly he wrapped his jacket around her as he released the worried breath he was holding. "You are crazy, Ziva."
"Baby?" She asked with a cough and rolling her head in the direction of the baby.
Tony turned to see the fisherman place the infant on the dock and he shared a look with Tony. "It's not breathing." He fell to his knees as the fisherman moved out of his way and pressed his ear near its mouth, nothing came from its mouth so he did the next logical thing, put oxygen into its lungs.
Ziva was by his side, pressing her fingers into the arm to find that there was no pulse. With her fingers she pressed on the chest, she pushed the oxygen through its small body. They repeated the motions until sirens were heard in the background and the small infant coughed up water.
It wasn't long until they pushed away by paramedics, the space grew smaller and it forced them to climb the ladder to the pier where she was surrounded by more paramedics. "I'm fine." She said as she was forced to sit on a stretcher.
"Sir, please. . ." Said an impatient voice as Tony pushed his way through the crowd, to save someone from being punched out.
"Let me calm her down first and then you can have at her." He said as his hand cupped her cold cheek, his touch was warm and tender as he looked for any injuries. She shivered slightly as he stepped back for the EMT's to take over and he turned to shake hands with the fisherman, to give her some privacy. "Thank you."
His toothless grin grew bigger. "All this excitement is going to give this old coot a heart attack." He said with a laugh, taking his hand in a strong shake.
He was approached by a police officer and he flashed his badge. "Special Agent DiNozzo, can we ask you some questions?" He asked officially and in his hands were Ziva's things, so Tony nodded, quickly answering the questions thrown at him about what happened before he was rewarded with Ziva's things that she discarded before jumping into the water.
The police officer nodded his thanks in exchanged for a business card before Tony wandered over to check on Ziva as she had freed herself from the paramedics, he smiled as he watched her pad over to him with a waddle, her wet jeans sticking to her legs under his large jacket. He bit back a chuckle as they stood toe to toe. "Are you okay?"
With a shiver she nodded her head. "Just cold." She said with a small smile through her blue lips. "And wet."
"Then let's go get you warmed up." He said proudly and pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her head. They looked ahead to see that they were surrounded by news reporters, flashes and screaming voices causing her to tense. Tony grew protective and she buried her face into his neck, allowing him to lead her to the car. He chanted again, this time it was 'no comment,' firmly and without answers until they reached the blue Charger. He opened the door for her and slammed it shut before he climbed in, leaving the reporters on the rainy pier.
